While staying in Delray Beach I would always run into people from my times in New York. Since my visits to NY revolved around drugs it isn't difficult to predict which way my life would go. One such person was a Puerto Rican named "Fernando" whom I knew from Bushwick in Brooklyn. Suprised to see me we made plans to go down to Miami, or to be exact, Miami Beach. Though most of Miami is Cuban with a host of smaller Latino groups, Miami Beach (at least at that time) had a Puerto Rican "hood."
The following weekend we took the commuter train down to Miami and stayed at his brother's place. Also staying there was his brother's sister-in-law, a half-Jewish/half-white girl named Cindy, all of 16. Up until this point I had only ever touched a single girl, my 1st wife back in Israel. I had been divorced for 2 years already but having been kept busy in the army I didn't miss sex that much (well that isn't exactly true but I was busy). That night Fernando bought a few bottles of "Boone's Farm" watermelon and strawberry wine. There was cannabis and coke but I don't really do much of either. Still, I drank a few gulps to be sociable and by the next morning I had my first American lover.
I returned to Delray but every weekend would head down to Miami. Within 2 months she was pregnant. By the time my son was born 9 months later our relationship was over in all but name but she did give me my 5th child. Since Cindy's mum was Jewish my son would be Jewish under our Laws. I had the comic Jackie Mason's brother perform the ritual circumcision (brit) and felt that I would try to get custody soon to ensure he wasn't raised as anything but Jewish. In the end Cindy circumvented those plans by splitting with my son when he was 4 months old. I wouldn't see him again until he was almost 10 despite hiring detectives.
At that point I already had left my 3 jobs alone and was driving a lorry between Tampa and Dallas, Texas and to be closer to my terminal moved across to Tampa on the opposite coast of Florida. In Tampa I met a Puerto Rican girl named Luz and alas, I I had my first non-Jewish child, my 6th kid, a boy. I had a huge amount of guilt over my son by Cindy and in retrospect I believe I sought a another chance. I was able to become quite close to my Puerto Rican son but when he was 2 his mum married a 54 year old man and they moved to Puerto Rico. I rarely saw him until he was 8 and only 1 time a year after that because of moving back home to Israel.
Right after my son moved to Puerto Rico I met my daughter's mum, the illegal immigrant from Mexico. I had taken a local hauling job for Pepsi in between loads to Dallas. One day I was dropping off skids of soda and had gone into the super market I was delivering to to talk to the Pepsi Rep who was facing 12 packs (straightening the space on shelves). It was then that she smiled at me and I asked her how she was doing in Spanish (my Spanish is better than my English). She was suprised I spoke without an accent and we struck up a conversation.
She was an au pair working for the common law wife of a large scale coke smuggler whose front was 4 new car dealerships in Tampa. The woman, a stuck up white lady was racist with regard to relationships. She used to tell the girl not to be with me because I wasn't brown like the girl. I cursed the lady out and Santos, the Mexican girl, moved in with me. She started pressuring me to marry her, I suspect that it was so she could legalise her Immigration Status. I refused. Next she got pregnant on purpose. My 7th chil, my youngest, was a girl. Santos and I went our separate ways and she was forced to return gome to Mexico after the birth.
About 2 years ago she was able to secure a 10 year visa and so she now comes and goes. My youngest will be 15 and so its time for her Quincinera, as I mentioned in my previous entry. Her Puerto Rican brother and I will attend. My American son is now in Israel, he just entered the IDF making him my 4th child in the military. I am not looking forward to the Quincinera because apart from my daughter and her mum I won't know anyone (though 1 son will be with me).
When I look back I can't say I regret any of my children but I do regret ny lack of foresight in those days. Hindsight is 20:20 Vision as the saying goes.
The following weekend we took the commuter train down to Miami and stayed at his brother's place. Also staying there was his brother's sister-in-law, a half-Jewish/half-white girl named Cindy, all of 16. Up until this point I had only ever touched a single girl, my 1st wife back in Israel. I had been divorced for 2 years already but having been kept busy in the army I didn't miss sex that much (well that isn't exactly true but I was busy). That night Fernando bought a few bottles of "Boone's Farm" watermelon and strawberry wine. There was cannabis and coke but I don't really do much of either. Still, I drank a few gulps to be sociable and by the next morning I had my first American lover.
I returned to Delray but every weekend would head down to Miami. Within 2 months she was pregnant. By the time my son was born 9 months later our relationship was over in all but name but she did give me my 5th child. Since Cindy's mum was Jewish my son would be Jewish under our Laws. I had the comic Jackie Mason's brother perform the ritual circumcision (brit) and felt that I would try to get custody soon to ensure he wasn't raised as anything but Jewish. In the end Cindy circumvented those plans by splitting with my son when he was 4 months old. I wouldn't see him again until he was almost 10 despite hiring detectives.
At that point I already had left my 3 jobs alone and was driving a lorry between Tampa and Dallas, Texas and to be closer to my terminal moved across to Tampa on the opposite coast of Florida. In Tampa I met a Puerto Rican girl named Luz and alas, I I had my first non-Jewish child, my 6th kid, a boy. I had a huge amount of guilt over my son by Cindy and in retrospect I believe I sought a another chance. I was able to become quite close to my Puerto Rican son but when he was 2 his mum married a 54 year old man and they moved to Puerto Rico. I rarely saw him until he was 8 and only 1 time a year after that because of moving back home to Israel.
Right after my son moved to Puerto Rico I met my daughter's mum, the illegal immigrant from Mexico. I had taken a local hauling job for Pepsi in between loads to Dallas. One day I was dropping off skids of soda and had gone into the super market I was delivering to to talk to the Pepsi Rep who was facing 12 packs (straightening the space on shelves). It was then that she smiled at me and I asked her how she was doing in Spanish (my Spanish is better than my English). She was suprised I spoke without an accent and we struck up a conversation.
She was an au pair working for the common law wife of a large scale coke smuggler whose front was 4 new car dealerships in Tampa. The woman, a stuck up white lady was racist with regard to relationships. She used to tell the girl not to be with me because I wasn't brown like the girl. I cursed the lady out and Santos, the Mexican girl, moved in with me. She started pressuring me to marry her, I suspect that it was so she could legalise her Immigration Status. I refused. Next she got pregnant on purpose. My 7th chil, my youngest, was a girl. Santos and I went our separate ways and she was forced to return gome to Mexico after the birth.
About 2 years ago she was able to secure a 10 year visa and so she now comes and goes. My youngest will be 15 and so its time for her Quincinera, as I mentioned in my previous entry. Her Puerto Rican brother and I will attend. My American son is now in Israel, he just entered the IDF making him my 4th child in the military. I am not looking forward to the Quincinera because apart from my daughter and her mum I won't know anyone (though 1 son will be with me).
When I look back I can't say I regret any of my children but I do regret ny lack of foresight in those days. Hindsight is 20:20 Vision as the saying goes.
